Sob stories are pretty, too.

I have been told im a try-hard poetic type and im okay with it. I am trying hard. I want my sadness to be pretty and noticeable and to draw the eye. If i cant share in happiness, somehow someone might find solace in my dark. If i cant find my people, maybe someone else will be comforted that they are not alone in that state of mind. As always, i love you. I just want to be loved too. Its harder to say i love me, today, more than ever before.